She couldn’t stand him,
but she couldn’t let him go either.
Her body moved away,
but her soul longed for his embrace.
Her mind cried betrayal,
while her heart skipped a beat.
Her eyes chased him in parties,
yet she couldn’t meet his eyes.
She loathed his touch,
but loved its shudder.
She wanted his memories uprooted,
but had his portrait on her wall of love.
She tried hard to appear normal,
but her breath gave it away.
His eyes also chased her,
to enjoy her crumbling in his stare.
He would hug her time and again,
to feel her melt and shrivel.
His eyes had a naughty sparkle
that embarrassed her no end.
He would poke her often
and quench from her blushing.
She had wanted to box him
in the societal label of marriage,
but he was a free bird
that she couldn’t cage.
So they drifted apart
with her carrying the weight of love,
while he blessed and let her go
like a flower releases fragrance.
She strongly held the pain of
‘what could have been’
and ‘what was not’,
but couldn’t accept the joy of
‘what had been’
and ‘what actually was’.
Through his unabashed teasing
he told her without telling
that there was freedom
in letting go.